Be Better Without (Cuphead)

chapter 3- cuphead

He had left Goopy, inside it was warm. He hoped Elder Kettle wasn't at home he didn't want to talk about what had happened and have to make an excuse up for why he was gone so long. For the meantime he would go see what Cuphead was up too. He was also extremely tired still and didn't feel so well so he thought it might be best if just rested anyway.

He went up the stairs, slowly though. Mugmans room was upstairs, it was still very very early morning he wondered if he was sleeping. Most likely Mugman thought due to the fact that Cuphead hadn't come down to see his presence.

He walked down the halls, witch were literally a mess. He stood in-front of Cuphead's door, pausing. Cuphead's room was a mess. There were clothing everywhere, the carpet looked terrible, and everything was just so out of order Mugman didn't even want to bother with the details. In-front of his foot laid a bottle of beer. Firstly he was angry at him, for wasting himself like that but then realized that he hadn't done much better.

Cuphead sure enough was laid asleep in his bed. He looked dead asleep.

His pills were on the table. Opened still. Mugman rolled his eyes, he didn't even want to confront him about that right now. Even though the first thought was concern, he store sadly at Cuphead laying in his bed. There was nothing he could do right now.

He turned to walk to his room. "Ugh..M...Mugman?" Cuphead said before Mugman could make his way out of the frame of the door. He sat up sleepily. "Hey, where have you been mugs?" He asked rubbing his eyes.

Mugman, paused. He hadnt thought of what he was actually going to say. "I was just out with Cala Maria." He lied.

Cuphead squinted. "So you say Muggy your face tells me otherwise." He laughed, giving Mugman a mischievous face.

Mugman turned to see himself, in the mirror. He stopped, embarrassed yet again that he looked like this in-front of his brother. His normally white skin, was brightly flushed the color of blue. He must of drank more than that tiny bottle of beer. He looked down at the floor, there wasn't any way he was going to hide this one. "Yea well i can tell you've been having a good night as well." Mugman said, looking at his room and the items of obvious interest he had pointed out earlier.

Cuphead snorted, but his eyes flicked with fire. "I don't want to talk about it right now." He said turning his head.

Mugman sighed. "Sorry I guess I am no more fault at this than sin than you are I am afraid." He looked at Cuphead sorrily, he looked more sick than he did. "God Cups you look bad, how about I get you some water and breakfast?" He said.

"Okay. Ill help." Cuphead said standing up.

...

Cuphead poured some cold water, and he was trying to make some toast. That is all they had left, and a good thing too because Mugman knew his skills didn't go past making toast. Lazily, he shot it with his hand gun. It was a little over cooked but, it would have to do.

Now that is how you make toast! Mugman thought, proudly of his culinary achievement.

Cuphead sat at the table his eyes positioned to a window. Mugman handed him his breakfast and sat across from him. He store at his brother, his eyes looked so cloudy and plain. Lifeless almost. Cuphead after a few seconds turned to him, "Thanks Mugman this is really nice of you." He smiled.

Mugman felt good to be appreciated although all he did was really shoot up some toast.

He sighed, trying to think of some good conversation started to have. Anything would be good to break this awful silence, and the noise of crunching of toast.

"How was the bar?" Cuphead asked.

"Fine, I guess. I barley drank anything and good knocked." He said, not really wanting to go there. As Mugman would repeat, he wasn't really proud of it.

Cuphead laughed, "That seems like you..." but his laugh was very stale.

Mugman smiled. "Yea I guess im a bit of a lightweight." He said.

Mugman looked at the bright morning light that just came threw the window. It was relaxing to look at for shure, but it did made him feel solem as nostalgic feelings pressed him. Mugman cupped his head in his hands softly, thinking.

Cuphead noticed this. "Mugman? Whats upsetting you?" Cuphead asked softly and caringly for his brother.

"...nothing im fine..." he paused sitting up he drank some more water. Things just wernt the same.

Cuphead slamed the glass of water on the table, Mugman could hear the water drip around  the cup. "Mugman... I know something is wrong. Please tell me what really happened last night." He pestered for an answer.

Its to embarrassing...

"Mugman!" Cuphead said, looking across the table at Mugman sitting there. He pointed his hand gun at him with a slight smirk on his face. "Or else..."

Mugman squinted his eyes, crossing his arms the gesture didn't even make him flinch in the slightest. "You wouldn't dare!"

Cuphead waved his finger around gently as its blue glow trailed behind it. "You want to bet Mugs." He said. Mugman was more than certain that he would never do something like that, but played along with his little game for a while longer. 

I guess.

Mugman smiled lightly. He leaned back. "Okay. I guess theres nothing I should hide."

He thought a moment about what he was going to say.  if he wanted to say it, might as well say it right. 

"I think im over reacting." Mugman said, shyly. Looking at himself, avoiding the gaze of Cuphead.

Cuphead stood up, pushing in his chair he headed to the kitchen but he was still paying attention to Mugman. "So, tell me I think it would make ya' feel better if you got it of your chest." Cuphead said. 

Mugman nodded, "Well I had a bit of a crush on Cala Maria... Then... I kind of told her but she didn't like me back." He said barley getting his words out of his mouth. 

Cuphead let out a long breath, he thought a moment. He moved his straw out of his face. "Oh... man Muggo, that must be difficult. I am really sorry." He turned more sympathetic, than sat down on the chair next to Mugman. Cuphead, looked him in the eyes placing a soft hand on his shoulder.  

"Its okay, Cuphead." Mugman asshured, he really didnt want Cuphead to worry about him. He had egnough problems of his own. It wasnt that big of deal, of course he couldnt do anything about it now. 

He knew thought that he was kind of lying over his thoughts right there. But nothing else he could do. 

"Hey Mugs, I know you totally just lied to me right now..." He said, pausing. "I know how much you liked Cala." 

"But I know what would make you feel better! If we watched some TV!" Cuphead suggested smiling.. 

Mugman felt a bit better after that short conversation. 

Cuphead grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the television. He wanted to sleep though, he felt exhausted. But followed Cuphead into the living room anyways, to watch whatever poorly made show was on the television.